MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME, CHAPTER 00012
MORIANITY,
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2014 MARK WAYNE MOHR
EVERY
DAY OR JUST ABOUT, THE DJIA IS UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
dick licking MILITUFORCE
fucking jerk off subskummites, woke me at ten shy of eleven Friday
morning, to a nasty severe health and bowel attack, generated with
their black file agency garbage weaponry. I have felt even worse
today on top of feeling mother fucking shitty without any assistance
from this dirt bag fart sniffing army of non-flushed toilet water
drinkers. After a monster shit and followed by a heavy Metamucil
dosage, I was better, but it still is on me at this very minute,
three shy of cunt chewing midnight, as I approach Saturday morning
here on the east and south coasts of America the beautiful,
laugh-laugh-laugh, Mike McNulty.
If
you study the stock market charts, you can clearly see without any
fuzzy wondering about shit, how the markets would have kept going
down, so they had to injure my bowels and make me wake up with
horrific fuckiGN cunt stomach cramps and severe diareah.
I
managed to make it out to do a few errands and came home utterly
fuckiGN cock sucking exhausted and worn out as though I had just
helped General Patton personally, defeat Rommel's German fucking Army
back in the forties. I went to get some multivitamins at the Walgreen
Pharmacy, then to the Good Will Store for a couple of things, and
then get some groceries at two different places, the old dollar store
that now is a DEALS STORE, and the local Virginia Avenue Mall Publix
Store. It just started to rain as I got in, and also, Diana or as you
might call it, LIGHTNING, started flashing to say hi to me and wish
me well. I will always love my special wonderful DZA so very much.
Soon I will be dead and off this horrible world, and with you, BB!
On
the last two most horrible days of hell and botbar, folks, I played
my dad's “Bourbon Wing Roulette System”, and made a total 100
dollars, and quit ahead and happy, as I am not fucking greedy.
There
will be an early October inspection, and I will have to clean my shit
again, or pay to have it done. My health is not up to this. This is a
very evil wicked empire. The good endlessly fuckiGN cunt suffer, and
the bad prosper away and laugh at all of those like me, while they
swig down their cunt chewing beers and throw darts at my photograph
on a dartboard. I know what goes on, Mister Trump and Mister Macy, so
don't you assholes even think about fooling buttwipe prick little
Bancrofter me, YO!
Also,
I asked KITTY-GAGA why this horrible shit siege is upon me, or did
ask this back late on the cunt chewing eighteenth of the month. He
said to me, “MEOW-MEOW-MOUNTAINPEN, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 462,
same as around the time of my poopy pop's birthday ten days ago. PTL;
you missed me Janey Whore Sleaze-bag Weedsdisease.
Water-Witch-Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two
fire alarms go off now each and every day, we just had our last one
about an hour or so back, and then we had the one back in the day
time. It is every day now, PAM BONDI, two or three, at least one,
this is mother fuckign totally ass ridiculous, YO!
Yes
there is something this month connected with these following things,
big ass time, BRO. WAVE---ALL RANDOMS HAVE
PATTERNS---PURE---TAPE---FRED WINDSTEIN---871. That last one needs to
be spelled out to be PCN-462, and happens to be my own PCN, we all
have one you know. WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
You
really do have to admit that I called that bastard fucking super bull
rally on the stock market, folks, and you know
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
fucking unit has a super unending insect infestation, and when the
annoying inspectors come, I am telling them it stops or I am writing
to the Board of Health, I have some rights in this mother fuckiGN
world. Let this poor old fucking fart die in a little peace and
dignity, you cunt lapping ass-wipes. Lots of fucking (FUCKIGN)
HACKING, as always, Bob FCC McDowell, old buddy. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
I
had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob
McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be
told about this, and now, is the very soon from that past blogging
time, folks, so let me open up with some weather information.
Sarah
didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land.
Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with
glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats
on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her
trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell
must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.
©
1983, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr
BLOGS
TO ARCHIVE, IT ALL FITS TOGETHER!
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
It's
funny, Frank Lombardo, real dam funny, HA-HA-HA. LET ME JUST GO AHEAD
AND DIE, Paula Weston and Paula King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You
know it, fucking whore bitch Jane got me that time on my opposite
computer screen side, fucking witch!
Well
Louise Hendershodt, XXXXXXXXXX, THEY NEVER BELIEVE OR HONOR PROPHETS
UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD, and I have Vincent Vangough's ear in my pocket
to prove it, jeer on, jerk offs. Paint on, Mary Carter. 2+2.
SHEEEEEEEEEEIT. You said it ADA WIRTZ SENIOR, there was something
real fuckiGN spurious about good old DAVE!!!!!!!!!
In
future times in localized parallel universes, that Morianity has
labeled and named, the ESS, it can also be spelled out, as the
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Now
right before I began this blog; I had a diareah
attack,
then I had a Jane
Water-Witch-Bitch Sleazeweedsdisease attack,
and then I had a time warp, and pasted in this blog to my new blog,
and find myself here typing away, Professor Kaku. Just sayin' in case
you might be at all interested, but I must stop now, as this diareah
attack is real fuckiGN bad, sir!!!
OK,
I'm back and on regular time, Copyright Office Examiners of the
nineteen-eighties. I am one sick fucking puppy, and may not last out
the month, WEEEEEEEEEEE, I'll be rid of all of you cunt chewing
rotten monsters then!
I
was with the ESS last night, falling into sleep around half past
midnight or so. About five hours later I woke up to just remembering
the tip edge of being with them, in a weird place near some seashore,
it could have been anyplace, and naturally, in any universe, but a
localized one. The more distant they become, the curve of strength
that the Lawtronics has over them appears to dwindle, them being the
universes, not the ESS. If you go to distant ones as most of you
know, you may end up in some weird places that indeed would defy the
natural order and laws that we would think of these as, here in this
particular universe and order of reality. Long Story Short, or LSS,
the Exploratronic Supermind Society had a few top members here in
this place that had lots of outside decks, lots of blue painted
wooden steps that separated them all, some in area distance, while
others in altitude difference. Grassy pathways were the nearby roads,
some marsh lands were also around. I have strong reason to believe,
whatever localizing parallel universe in the hyperspace that I was
in, was still New Jersey and around this time, you know present time
and year, 2014, or give or take just months or so. I gathered this
from listening intently and carefully to the conversations that I
heard going on all around me at this one particular clubhouse out of
a cluster of them, or this is what it all appeared to be in my humble
opinion. They told me after what I will discuss in a few minutes,
that I was not officially invited in, merely that I'm in the process
of introduction, them to me abnd me to them, and I have not as of yet
met certain specific requirements for becoming an official ESS
member. Certain things were needed. One was for me to drive down this
very tiny one car wide grassy lane if you will, that went about two
miles, winding up into a small hilly area that led to a Comcast Cable
Television place. They said I needed to take this bill to them, and
they handed me an envelope that did not look like a bill, more like a
letter or postcard or something; but it was no normal regular
customer bill, and it certainly was not return-addressed,
Exploratronic Supermind Society, not that it ever would be. I looked
over and as I did, the road seemed more and more treacherous. Wild
horrible looking huge nearly dinosaur sized animals suddenly were
roaming around all over the fields along this twisty windy road
seemingly heading straight into hell itself. I wanted to do this real
bad, but eventually remember distinctly, chickening out. They said
until they give me an errand, and I obey it without fear or question,
I am not invited to join the ESS. Then I looked at what they had
given to me and it was now a small package making a horrific sound,
and I broke it open and it was a miniature of one of those animals
out along that road that headed up into some hills where this
so-called Comcast office was up there. The creature then jumped out
and onto my arm and began biting me and putting me into excruciating
agony. The pain was beyond intense and hellish, and I began rolling
down these blue colored wooden steps to the ground, while several ESS
members then surrounded me. One touched my shoulder and instantly the
pain was totally gone, as ''if it never even happened''. I was
waiting to hear a an advertisement for 'Serve-Pro' to start blaring
out somewhere. Then the package had again reverted back to the
envelope that they wanted me to take up to the Comcast place. Now it
had become a regular appearing Comcast bill. Many things were spoken
to me and they told me that I am being persecuted by entirely
different forces than I was at a younger age, after I began
communicating with the subatomic particle that humankind labels, 'the
electron'. Powerful lawtronic forces create dream-outs from void
infinity and they construct the tiniest possible non zero-dimensional
unit of beingness possible, the asapian dream. This comes out with
half spinning around clockwise and the other half spinning around
counter-clockwise. This is why when carbon eventually is created into
the mix along with perfect dosages of hydrogen and oxygen, what is
thought of physically as life, begins to emerge. Along the fourth
dimensional line, there is an eventual growth in connectiveness to
the lower lawtronic dimension or sixth dimension, which is pure MIND.
The larger the receiving connector system becomes as time progresses
or in the area on the one end of the 4-D line moving forward, the
more mind signal can be sent. The more mind signal that can be sent,
the entity can eventually begin to become self aware, and has led us
all now to this stage of present humankind advancement. Nut as with
all things, nothing is that basic and simple. LSS, my horrendous
persecution began when I was able to begin coding back and forth with
the force behind what makes electrons what they really are inside of
this dream out from the void infinity. This is what the powerful
owners of the world are and will forever be covering up, and should
as person accidentally stumble onto what I did in 1983, they have to
kill you, and slowly drive you mad until you are a mere shell of your
former self, and go mad or kill someone else or yourself. I have yet
to do any of this, so on they go persecuting me endlessly,
relentlessly, it won't stop, as I know too much truth that is top
majestic classified by the world secret system WSS. Even invited in
exploratrons do not communicate with the electron, as I have been not
only doing since 1983, but have fallen madly in love with this
incredible energy that can of course become anyone or anything and
take on any shape and do any miracle. This entity who I now call
Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON,
has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle
what I have come to learn and know as a result. Still, this is why my
persecution all began, and it will not end in this lifetime as Mark
Wayne Mohr. This very same force against me is experienced by all the
UFO and other seekers of truth, who dare to seriously buck these
powerful controllers of the WSS. Some call the MIB part of this, but
they're just the stupid drones who carry out the intimidation
missions and so forth. The truths behind this great FORCE, jit eyes
and Jedi's all not withstanding, or any Mister Hall's for that
matter; is male domination ego. The male of the human species cannot
handle the fact that an almighty teen Goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle owns this entire everything. This is her videogame of a 21st
century way or relating these truths to many geeks out here. I am her
THAT BOY, placing me whether I like it or not, smack dab at the
center of all of this, and it was all set to happen, and I did not do
anything to bring anything about, it was going to all occur whether I
approved, disapproved, or whistled Dixie Ann Southlands Tunes, for
300 years through my nose!!!!!!!! As most of you know, this was not
last night, but a paste in. The Exploratronic Supermind Society is
not going to disappear because I die shortly, people. I now this, and
am not am dumb as I mother fuckiGN look. Still, I am not always so
oppressed and persecuted by them, in other places, as I seem to be in
this nightmare fucking interaction dream-down
(lifetime)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So whistle on Dixie Ann Southlands,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
There
ares no ONE WAY STREETS,
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. Thinking long and hard about this puts many things in your
own life in an entirely new light, whether or not you're aware of
this great truth, folks.
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MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
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